Miguel de Cervantes Quotes
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Take away the motive, and you take away the sin.
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Under a bad cloak there is often a good drinker.
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Can we ever have too much of a good thing?
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As ill-luck would have it.
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When we leave this world, and are laid in the earth, the prince walks as narrow a path as the day-laborer.
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It is good to live and learn.
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I follow a more easy, and, in my opinion, a wiser course, namely--to inveigh against the levity of the female sex, their fickleness, their double-dealing, their rotten promises, their broken faith, and, finally, their want of judgment in bestowing their affections.
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The beauty of some women has days and seasons, depending upon accidents which diminish or increase it; nay, the very passions of the mind naturally improve or impair it, and very often utterly destroy it.
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Fair and softly goes far.
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When the severity of the law is to be softened, let pity, not bribes, be the motive.
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Honesty's the best policy.
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The poet may say or sing, not as things were, but as they ought to have been; but the historian must pen them, not as they ought to have been, but as they really were.
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I know well enough that there have been dogs so loving that they have thrown themselves into the same grave with the dead bodies of their masters.
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Every one in his own house and God in all of them.
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By such innovations are languages enriched, when the words are adopted by the multitude, and naturalized by custom.
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One of the effects of fear is to disturb the senses and cause things to appear other than what they are.
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Little said is soon amended.
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It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it.
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A shy face is better than a forward heart.
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Poesy is a beauteous damsel, chaste, honourable, discreet, witty, retired, and who keeps herself within the limits of propriety. She is a friend of solitude; fountains entertain her, meadows console her, woods free her from ennui, flowers delight her; in short, she gives pleasure and instruction to all with whom she communicates.
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Oh Senor" said the niece. "Your grace should send them to be burned books, just like all the rest, because it's very likely that my dear uncle, having been cured of the chivalric disease, will read these and want to become a shepherd and wander through the woods and meadows singing and playing and, what would be even worse, become a poet, and that, they say, is an incurable and contagious disease.
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The wounds received in battle bestow honor, they do not take it away.
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It is past all controversy that what costs dearest is, and ought to be, most valued.
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Until death it is all life.